GemStones - Freestyle lyrics

Gemini first and fifteenth niggas
Yeah, uh huh, feel me on this one yeah yeah
I done grew to be a monster
8 nigga face of a killer
Addicted to the taste of liquor
So I pray for my liver
I gotta get up out my mamma’s basement
She need some more space and I feel her
Fuck could I do but take
The sweet with the bitter
On top of that just had a baby delivered
Child support chasing a nigga
But, I ain’t got no paper to give ‘em
Water leaking from the cracks of the ceiling
Couple roaches here and there but they ain’t
Half as bad as in the beginning
It’s like they always showed their
Ass whenever company visit

And then that black flag splashed
‘em and they finally diminished
Losing ambition, graduated school by inches
Eating Ramen noodle soup cuz ain’t
No food in the kitchen
Taking baths with the same shit
We use with the dishes
This is unconstitutional to you but I live it
Could move and distribute but I’m cool cuz
I ain’t trying to do prison
You couldn’t walk inside my shoes
Unless you truthfully lived it
This is far from just some more Chicago nigga
With cars and bitches running
Through Chicago twisting
This is top flow Picasso picture
12 car garage door lifted
Just better pray them Glock 4's don’t
Why’s my best friend hoping I
Fail? Molded him well love him but fuck him
He can get the bulk of the shells
I write my life in a notepad
And hope that it sells
Cuz broke or in jail ain't cutting
It like coke on the scale
Get toast by the belt
Too blind to fucking post it in braille
Loading my shells I’m focused on
A soul who I kill no coat shall I tail
Coasting on this boat that I sail
I float with the whales
A free Willy cannot go to jail
Cause, I swore that I'd be 6
Feet in a pine box cold

Before I let the streets of
South Chicago swallow my soul
I seen too many friends before
Me choose that horrible road
Couldn’t harbor the load, froze
And they swallowed ‘em whole
Until you niggas is probably plotting
To rob me and scram just call it quit's
You be dead before you count the first grand
You may get far as Queen Latifah
And the rest of her friends
You won’t pull a Jada Pinkett
You can trust that fam
So I'm screaming help me dearly
With tears in my pants
I’ll be found in the cemetery
Buried next to my grams
I get dirty like 2 Mexican
Hands dropping the trans
Chopping up grams cause me starving
Is not in the plans motherfucker